chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

Trap City - Poem by chris bowen

feelin tight, i is alright.i hit the night like a fight.forsook a god who do not respond, built a pond just to spit on.me? i no leon fan, a man i can stand, see the plan? a hand dealt with, a girl to melt with.who the hell is lindsay lohan? just another girl, who fakes a pearl, and wishes she was chris bowen.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010



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